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Juice Ortiz Imagine
The club had to make rash decision sometimes and tonight was one of them. It was the middle of the night and the club was hundreds of miles away from Charming. Quit literally in the middle of no where.
They all knew the risks they where getting themselves into tonight. They where going in blind into an Irish IRA gun supplier warehouse. Juice found out this where they where holding majority of stock before selling. The only issue was they didn’t know who the Irish been selling to and where the guns where coming from. Finding out who was selling the guns to the IRA was priority.
The sons took it upon themselves to find out. They needed a better grasp over the gun pipeline to get back to business. They sat back a little too long and the Irishmen got a little too greedy.
The warehouse almost seemed abounded from the outside. But Juice knew better. He can easily tell the high tech security system was out in to blend in.
“Juice and Tig through the back. There’s way too many guys here for just a gun warehouse.
“I think the Irish are hiding something more. Jax you will lead inside from the roof. Bobby please get those guards from the front distracted. Maybe lead them on a wild goose chase.” Clay explained as they huddled in the van.
Juice and Tig moved their way behind the warehouse. Getting the guns was up to the rest of the guys. They had to figure out the supply chain or what else the Irish might be hiding here.
“Where’s that security room?” Tig asked the younger son and Juice held his laptop in one arm trying to read the blueprints.
“I don’t know, but if I had to have a server room it’s be this office.” Juice whispered as the made their way down the hall.
“What the fuck is that?” Tig asked as they halted hiding around the corner watching down the hall.
“How am I suppose to know.” Juice sassed back. He didn’t understand how him and TIg always ended up working together.
“Must be important if there’s 4 guards.” Tig said pulling out his gun.
“Blue prints is showing it’s a mechanical room” Juice said before closing his laptop and slipping into his backpack. He got out his gun with the silencer as the crested down the hall.
“Shhhh” Tig whispered grabbing the hairs from the back and shooting him. Juice ducked down slipping to the door letting Tig take care of the rest.
“Shit it’s locked.” Juice mumbled before and he grabbed the guards head and slammed it against the wall.
“Well we have company, hurry up.” Tig warned and he grabbed the final guard checking his pockets for any key cards.
“This would be a good time to hurry up.” Tig warned as he caught off the new guards.
“I’m try I’m not a lock smith or shit.” Juice yelled as he messed with the door keypad.
“Fuck it.”he mumbled taking out his gun and shorting the handle off.
“Fuck man!” Tig yelled back.
“Get in!” Juice yelled slipping in. The room was dark. Juice slowly walked through noticing a huge glass like cage in the middle.
“What kind of shit is this.” He mumbled as Tig got in closing the door.
“Must be the bedroom. Some real kinky shit.” Tig said walking closer to the glass box.
“I think it’s a safe or vault.” Juice said walking closer to try and see what’s inside.
“Oh shit!” Juice yelled as a chair was thrown against the glass he was looking at.
“What the fuck is that?!” Tig yelled pointing his gun at the glass safe.
“It’s a girl?” Juice said confused as small figure walked out the shadow looking pissed. You hair was hanging low a little messy from being stuck here. There was a sheer layer of sweat over you and dried blood.
“Told you some real kinky shit.” Tig said smiling seeing you in the box. You where missing your clothes, just stripping in box short Calvin Klein panties with a matching sports bra.
You been stuck with the stupid Irishmen for 2 weeks would be your guess. They took you the last gun deal. Your gun deal. They wanted more guns then you where willing to provided for them. You started yelling at the men that just came in the room in Russian.
“That’s not Irish.” Juice mumbled still looking at you puzzled. He was still trying to figure out why the Irish had you looked up under guard at the guns wear house.
“She’s Russian.” Tig said tapping at the glass pissing you off even more. You weren’t who these idiots where but they may be your way out. You put up with the Irish to torture too long. They kept you feed enough to survive. They tortured you just enough to scream but you still didn’t break. You where too high of the food chain list to be stuck in here.
“Clay we have some Russian locked up here…she was guarded and in a cage thing…yeah women maybe 25…” Tig said over the phone.
“We’ll take her, use her for negotiation.” Clay said over the phone.
“Clay said we got to take her.” Tig told Juice as they studied the glass cage.
“You think it’s bullet proof?” Juice asked knocking on the glass.
“Well.” Tig mumbled pulling out his gun and shorting the glass only making it bounce out.
“Guess it is.” Juice mumbled as she studied the door. He took out his knife placing it at the key pad lock.
“The fuck you doing Juice?” Tig asked looking at him. He didn’t say anything before using the back of his gun and full force slamming it on the knife. The electrical grid let out a few sparkles before the door opened.
You panic you didn’t really think they’d open this stupid glass cage. You backed up slightly grabbed the metal bowl that was left for your dinner. You still weren’t sure if they’d be worse then the Irish. This is why you never left Europe.
“Come here doll” the taller one said as he stepped forward. Before you gave him a chance to grab you you swung the bowl full force at him.
“Shit!” He yelled stumbling back a little. You jumped past him running to the door. Juice quickly stepped in front eyeing you with a raised eyebrows. With his large body there was no way you could slip by him.
Out of know where you felt a large hand trap around your neck pulling you into a head lock. You looked tattooed man with a Mohawk with pleading eyes as you felt yourself slipping away. Your body fell limp to the ground.
“Shit Tig you kill her?” Juice asked rushing to your side on the floor.
“No Russian bitch needs a nap before she knocked both of us out. These little Russian are sneaky juicy boy.” Tig said before picking you up from the floor and throwing you over his shoulder.
The son bikers quickly made their way down the halls and out the exit. The van was already waiting for them.
“What’s this?” Chibs asked eyeing the half naked women.
“They had her locked up. I think it has something to die with the Russian gun pipeline. Don’t know what that got to do with the Irish.” Tig said as he threw her into the back of vans towards Juice. He quickly sat up slightly catching you so your head wouldn’t hit the floor.
“Good work brothers, now let’s go back to charming before They realize we where here.” Clay said as he went into another SUV.
“Make sure she stays sleep. She wakes up you knock her out.” Chibs told Juice before shutting the doors. Juice looked down at you not sure why everyone was so nervous. To him you looked so harmless. Another part of him tried to control his stupid male hormones from checkout your half naked body.
To him you looked so small and fragile. Your plumped body had bruises and dried blood but he could still she how beautiful you where. You didn’t look like a threat to him. A part of him wanted to wrap you up and protect you but he quickly pushed that aside for the club.
But then again he never had to face the Russian mafia.
